A sound sleeper, she was not roused by
the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy
packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that
was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s
downstairs bathroom. But stand by and hear such things said about my late mistress’s
daughter, I won’t. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she
dragged out the black-wrapped foil. ‘In love? I? Don’t be ridiculous. Great vistas of history opened, and she and
her aunt were near reverting to the primitive and passionate and entirely
indecorous arboreal—were swinging from branches by the arms, and really
going on quite dreadfully—when their arrival at the Palsworthys’ happily
checked this play of fancy, and brought Ann Veronica back to the exigencies of
the wrappered life again. Wood, I forget nothing. She tried not to pant, not
to reveal herself, and she began to shake. She was silent.
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